Chapter 57Warpath Journal: Dateline: New Justice, New MexicoThe remote control for the bomb around my waist reappears. It floats into view above me as I lie on my back, staring up at the sky.
I've been worrying about what Quincy said about Amish Amos talking through me. The symbol I drew on the back of my arm—a question mark combined with a crucifix—matches the one on the wall of the bloody church in my vision.
But the bomb remote takes my mind off all that. I thought Quincy had taken it while I was blacked out.
But it's Jeremiah Weed who's dangling it over me.
"I'm done waiting," says Weed. "Get 'em up here now, or I'll push the button."
He gets my attention.
Weed makes some more threats, but I just lie on the ground a minute more, thinking things over. One problem still stand
